If you want to fully appreciate how obnoxiously on-the-nose the Witch-king of Angmar’s prophecy is, you have to bear in mind that the text makes a point of repeatedly using the set phrase “the Race of Men” to refer to humankind (i.e., as opposed to elves, dwarves, hobbits, etc.).
You naturally assume it’s just old timey male-default language, but then the Battle of the Pelennor Fields goes down, and what happens?
The Witch-king of Angmar, protected by a prophecy that “no man” can hinder him, gets backstabbed by Meriadoc Brandybuck - who, as a hobbit, is “no Man” - then beheaded by Éowyn - who, as a woman, is “no man”.
Like, at some point you’ve gotta conclude that Fate is just making fun of you.
why would i fuck a demon? simple, the status. imagine rolling up into hell already havin had ur back blown out by one of their own. imagine you and a gang of other losers standin at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? legendary.
